A woman emerges from deep turquoise glass, her form rendered in, black glass powder powder. Subtle butterfly tattoos mark her face and arms—whispers of past change. Her hair becomes a fluttering crown, composed entirely of glass butterflies. Swirling green and blue stringers echo currents of growth, memory, and renewal. From the surface, butterflies take flight—symbols of the unseen becoming seen. Transformation speaks to the quiet, powerful process of becoming—of breaking through, again and again, into light